Dead Leaves and a Wooly Jumper

[doomsday_disco]

Every leaf tells a story.

Edited October 3 by doomsday_disco

[ghoulnextdoor]

The main character from some isekai anime I'm making, totally making up just for this perfume review, but if someone writes the screenplay, they'd better give me credit! "I Died Choking on Strawberry Milk Pocky and Got Reincarnated as the Autumn Demon Queen." Dead leaves crushed underfoot, meeting kawaii streetwear: the crunchy vegetation of seasonal decay paired with fuzzy pink cable-knit and cartoon-animal faces. She's supposed to preside over fall and mortality but shows up to every council meeting in a patchwork sweater with bunnies on it, strawberry milk powder dusting her sleeves, strawberry marshmallow mochi in her pockets, strawberry white choco latte in her baby pink Stanley cup, pastel in a world of russet and rot, autumn trying its best to be taken seriously while its demon queen insists on being adorable. (I'll be honest, this sweater inspired this entire review.)

[bheansidhe]

There is a LOT going on here that isn't teased in the title. I didn't even peg it as a dead leaves blend at first, second, or fourth sniff. Fresh from the drawer, this is a highly perfumed wool and cashmere jumper -- who knew wool could smell so rich and sweet? In fact, it strongly evoked the vanilla and undyed wool components of Greige Dragon. I skin-tested them side by side as I type this, and they're unmistakable perfume cousins on my skin at first swipe (YMMV!). The drydowns veer in opposite directions, though. DL & WJ is fuzzier, more muted, more overcast autumn sky tones than eggshell. You'll be tromping along for quite a while in cuddly warmth before you notice the leaves piling up on your path. After a long and meandering walk, you'll find yourself on that familiar path through the woods, where oakmoss grows on damp twigs and the stream pushes the fallen leaves into wet ropes. By the end of your stroll you'll be wearing a sweater that's half wool, half wet leaves,  half lonely man in an Irish tweed jumper gazing over the mist-shrouded cliffs, and half warm café that serves almond biscotti on sandalwood trays. This is a RIDE.